5.02.2006

i don't read blogs without pictures....

My stitchin' bitchez have cajoled me into gracing this post with photographic proof of our prowess (see post below), so I bring to you the knitty ones, some still adorned with knitted headbands, and all of us wringing wet:

The one in the middle is Sparty, and he always remains in character. And by this I mean, always walks around making primitive "shake fist in air to signify victory" gestures to all and sundry. Often frightens small children. It's awesome.

The one with her gob open yelling at the photographer. You guessed it, that's me. (Where's the bushy hair? I got it summarily hacked off the day before. So there.)

Hey, if you have any spare 'stich n' bitch' t-shirts I know a little Brit who could give one a great home. Now you've done the run, when youre littlens are grown up you can say 'me and your dad used to do sponsored run(s)' (make it plural, they'll never know) to assure them that they got any sporting genes from you, too. Well done Joy, hope you enjoyed it :-)